Here is last night’s dream had between 12 and 2.

The dream starts with a view of a map of Cornwall. On the map I can see a rock stack between Land’s End and the Scilly Isles. The rock stack is called Helm Stack. It is very specific. {On checking there is a Helm Crag in the lake district}.

The scene changes to an ornate room with an antique table and chairs. It feels like Whitehall or St James’s, a bit gentlemen’s club. I am sat one side of the table. On the other side is Boris Johnson and two emeritus professors whom I have not met. They are interviewing me in a manner similar to the appointment of junior faculty. Their tone is condescending.

Johnson is his usually ebullient yet dogmatic self. He is trying to chivvy me along to answer. His manner is having exactly the opposite effect.

They are asking me questions based on their socio-political world. They are based entirely on the form side of life and events which may have taken place therein. I answer accurately using as few words as possible. This does not help them. They are asking all the wrong questions yet are insistent in carrying on. They think they are right. I know in the dream that there is no way that they will accept or understand that the way of approach is entirely wrong.

Dream ends

* Table is the dreaming symbol for need to resolve problems.